I know I told you that I fucked my ex husbands best friend and business partner? For 5 whole years. I was a very bad girl. Once. While my husband was in the shop and we were in the kitchen/office. We had a big open floor plan office/kitchen/living room with couches and all the comforts of home. Vince walked in after me, slipping his hand inside my dress, cupping my breast. He kisses me on the neck, I smile and say “good morning” I jump up on the counter, pulling my dress up over my head, undoing my bra and freeing my breasts from boob jail. Vince ate my pussy until I came on his face. He then flipped me over and I hear him undo his belt. The sound of his belt coming undone was enough to get my pussy raring to go. I could feel it start to gush. Him standing behind me kneading my ass with his big strong hands. Holding on to his cock he slickened it with the juice from my pussy and slowly ran it up the crack of my ass. I shivered with anticipation. My pussy is so tight, still after all the fucking I get. I love the way the bulbous head of his cock feels when he pops it into me. I breathed deeply inhaling the smell of sex in the kitchen and office. Wondering if were going to busted one of these days. If anyone even knew the action this kitchen got. We’ve fucked in here hundreds of times. Hell I’ve redecorated the damn office/kitchen twice in 5 years. I spend a lot of time in here, either working on the books or working on my back. I got a right to enjoy my surroundings. The guys are rough on furniture with all their clothes full of grease or dirt. Machine shops aren’t known for their cleanliness. Vince started whispering to me, asking me if I wanted his cock. I was about to beg, I wiggled my ass, telling him I was ready for him. He rammed his fat cock into me, my body heaved forward, the force of him against my ass. My breasts swaying as he rammed into me again and again. I love to be fucked hard and Vince didn’t disappoint. I was already cumming on his cock I could feel my pussy gush soaking his balls. My sweet juice running down the inside of my thighs. He dug his fingers into my ample hips, pulling me closer to him as the head of his shaft pierced the opening of my cervix, god I loved being fucked like his. He picked up the pace, he was panting hard, I love the way he talks when fucking me. Asking me if I like way he fucks me, I love it. I know he’s dirty, he spent the whole day fabricating a part for a Seiner. I don’t care that he’s dirty, and covered in grease and slag dust from welding. I know how hard he works. I love it. It turns me on when a man has a good strong work ethic. It doesn’t matter if they’re turning wrenches, welding steel or out patrolling the streets in their uniform. I have a lot of old fashion ideas and values. I believe a man should work hard at his profession and in the bedroom pleasing his woman. I take my work as a woman just as serious. Whether I’m in the kitchen cooking for my family, or on my knees sucking cock. I take pride in my work regardless of what I’m doing. Right now I’m on my knees getting fucked on the cool poured concrete counters of the kitchen in our business. I ask Vince if I can turn over, I know he is close to cumming, I just want to watch him as he blows his load into me. I sit up, he pulls me to him, holding me. His thick muscular arms hold me close as his tongue darts into my mouth. He runs his hand down my back over my round ass, belly and between my legs. I open my eyes in shock as he thumbs my clit, grinding the pad of his thumb into me. He forces my legs open, dips his head down to lap up my sweet juices. He quickly pulls his head up, gives me a chaste kiss on the lips and guides his cock into me. Our eyes lock and I smile at him. “Now” I whisper. My orgasm within reach. He thrusts hard, I start to cum, I close my eyes. “No” he grunts. “Open your eyes, cum for me baby. I want to watch you cum” I smile, my eyes dancing, as he pounds himself into me. “I’m cumming” he growls. As he pulls me to him, his thick calloused hands on my ass. I love the feeling of him cumming in me, the instant magical moment when my body feels his cum in my uterus. I swear nothing feels better than the chemical reaction of a mans seed inside of me. We cum together, our eyes locked on one another. I whisper softly “I love the way you fuck me” He pulls away from me, the head of his cock pops out of my gooey wet pussy. The shop phone starts to ring, as Vince shuts the bathroom door behind him. I grab the handheld phone as I pull my dress over my head. I’ve got the phone cradled in my shoulder as I clasp my bra. “Good Morning, Midnight Sun Metal Works” I chirp. God it’s going to be great day. “it’s Steve, I’m on my way over with some parts, do you want a coffee?” I adore this man, well, any man who brings me Coffee really. “Please” I smile. Watching Vince walk out of the bathroom and head out to the shop. “It’s not even 9:00 am and I’m desperate for another coffee, the guys are really slaving me today” I exhale, trying to catch my breath. I hang up the phone and watch the video monitor as Vince picks up his welding helmet and puts it on. I look to see what my husband is doing, he’s out in the yard unloading a load of metal with the fork lift. I duck into my private bathroom to freshen up before I go back to my desk.